There was worry in Margret's eyes because blood continued to ooze out of Dickson's head. Sadly for her she was the only one that was bothered by the blood, everyone else in the room would cheer loudly to watch her son bleed out imdiately.
"He can go ahead and die." David said, loudly. He voiced the sentints of all the Saxon's who were unwilling to be brought down because of Dickson's cris.
"If he dies, then he will have done us all a favor by leaving this life and family." Rufus added to David's words. A deep frown creased his brows.
Nini Saxon let out a mocking chuckle. "If we were in the old days, he would have lost his head if we punished him according to true Saxon family laws. How dare he sha the Saxon na? He is not deserving of the na, and I propose that it is stripped from him." Her curt words were also the thoughts of many that held their tongues.
Phoebe liked what she was hearing, she liked it that very much that she wanted to clap, only that David had a firm grip on one of her hands. It did not stop her from thinking and projecting her thoughts.
[Oh goodie! Dickson nobody is less of a threat to every woman in the country compared to Dickson Saxon. If the na is not stripped from him, nobody will ever want to be called Saxon again. Who can vote for a President Saxon if you have a serial rapist slash pedo slash killer nad Saxon?]
She was not aware that the more she thought, the more the Saxon's saw how dangerous it was for them for Dickson to continue existing.
Rufus's heartbeat went up a notch and he slapped the wheelchair arm again. "Margaret, you treasure your son like a treasure, you seem to be under the impression that the parents of those girls didn't love them or treat them like treasures too.
Do you know that if word gets out that a Saxon molested young won and underage girls it would paint the entire family with a bad image? He did not stop there but he molested a daughter of one of the most prestigious families in this country.
Oh, did I forget the part where he tried to abduct her in public? My forefathers would have you skinned alive, but I am not that barbaric, and I will show you rcy." He paused to sip on more water.
Phoebe did not like what she was hearing, and she frowned.
[rcy!!! Oh hell no....skin him alive. Roast him over a pit of fire like a suckling pig. Stick an apple in his mouth while you are at it and when you are done cooking him, feed him to the dogs.]
Her thoughts were a little frightening to those that managed to see them. Who knew that that the short shaman with a smiling face was dangerous?
While the Saxon's pondered on that, the Mayfair's chuckled, especially Andre who pictured the image Phoebe had described.
"It is ti for you to hear your punishnt." Grandma Saxon cleared her throat and spoke loudly.
As excitent grew among those that did not like Dickson, Panic coursed Margaret's veins. Dickson on the other hand was still nonchalant; he was ready for any punishnt. What was the worst his grandfather would do? Cut off his allowance for a year at most. He let out a quiet scoff, this still seed to be a joke to him.
[Punish him hard, save yourselves otherwise, so of you are going to lose your lives at his hands especially if you still live under the sa roof as him.]
So people gasped and so of the excitent died down, a somber mood was injected into the atmosphere suddenly. People traded gazes, wondering if it was true that so of them would die at Dickson's hands. Had the shaman foreseen it or was she talking nonsense?
Those that had an enmity with Dickson worried more than others, if he was to target anyone, it would be them. Phillip especially was more worried than others because already, he had been threatened.
Rufus could not even believe it, and he saw Dickson as a dangerous beast, one willing to eat its own family. He stared at him directly in the eye. "Dickson Saxon, the punishnt for your horrible cris is banishnt from the Saxon clan."
Banishnt! The words hovered in the air, it continued to echo in the ears of the listeners over and over. It was a surprising punishnt as no one had been banished in the recent years, none of the people alive had ever seen it happen.
Margaret jumped from her seat; she was expecting a punishnt that was severe but not this kind. It was humiliating and downgrading, what did this even an? Did the punishnt affect the entire branch or just one person.
Did it an Dickson would be kicked out of the tower and imprisoned in that secret prison which the family owned overseas? She had just one son and the thought of him suffering out there without the cushy blanket of the Saxon na alard her.
"Rufus.....uncle in-law you cannot do this? It has not been done in forever!" She exclaid. "There are other ways you can punish him. How can you banish my son?" Her eyes darted around in search of sympathizers; she found none. "Are you all going to sit here and condone to this? It is absurd!" She smacked her chest with her hand lightly.
"It is better he goes down on his own than dragging us with him, father judged justly." Robert comnted, a smile of happiness tugged on his lips. For him, his sons had one less competitor for the position of president of the company.
This sentint was not shared by him alone, there were others in the room that thought the sa.
Dickson had long fallen into a montary stupor after hearing the punishnt. What did the old man an by declaring banishnt as his punishnt? Was he supposed to leave the tower? Was he a Saxon?
"I am still speaking Margaret quiet down." Grandpa Saxon's voice pulled him back to the present.
A stern expression ford on Rufus' features. "I have all the authority as the patriarch of all the Saxons to punish him as I see fit. In cases where the family na and history are put under threat, I can make drastic decisions, and this is one of such cases." He elaborated. "From today, Dickson will no longer bear the Saxon na, nor will he enjoy the privileges that co with it.
He looked at Dickson, "You are to be taken off the family register, feel free to take on your mother's maiden na. You are to leave the Saxon tower imdiately after this eting is done, by tomorrow If you are still lurking around, I will instruct the security guards to shoot to kill because you have beco a stranger and therefore will be considered an intruder.
Heed to my warning, I will kill you myself if it cos to it. Tomorrow, we will announce it to the world that you are not one of us anymore and your affairs do not concern the Saxon family." Rufus leaned back in the wheelchair.
Dickson stood this ti with no crutches. "Fuck you old man, you cannot do this to . I am a Saxon by birth you cannot wake up and decide to take that away from !"
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